After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#192 “Let’s Go Home, Love.”

As they stood outside the airport, the air heavy with the anticipation of departure, Benjamin prepared to board his flight back to Europe. Sophia’s expression was troubled as she watched her brother, a pang of sadness tugging at her heartstrings.

Alexander noticed her distress and reached out to gently touch her arm. 11 What’s wrong, love?” he asked softly, concern etched in his features.

Sophia sighed, her gaze distant as she struggled to put her emotions into words. “I just can’t shake this feeling of disappointment,” she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. “My grandfather was someone I respected deeply, and I just can’t understand how he could be involved in something like this.”

Alexander nodded understandingly, his grip on her arm tightening slightly in a gesture of support. “I know, it’s hard to come to terms with,” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy.

But Sophia wasn’t finished. With a heavy heart, she continued, her words coming out in a rush of emotion. “And the documents we found…they revealed so much more than I ever could have imagined,” she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. “Crimes related to the mafia, the revelation that my father’s car accident was a result of mafia retaliation…it’s just too much to bear.”

Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes as she spoke, the weight of the truth crashing down on her shoulders. But even in the midst of her grief, there was a steely determination in her voice.

filled with resolve. “Those responsible for these heinous crimes will face the

pulled Sophia into a tight embrace, his arms

of high-speed driving related

softly, his voice

admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I

understand,” he murmured, his voice laced with empathy. “But you don’t have to face this alone, Sophia. We’ll navigate through it

she listened to Alexander’s warning

it’s dangerous,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “But I can’t just sit back and do nothing. My

about this. We can

“I promise, “she vowed, her voice steady despite the

investigation, recognizing his expertise and resources could be invaluable in

voice thoughtful. “He’s got connections and resources that could help us figure out who took those

agreement, grateful for Alexander’s insight. “That’s a good idea,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “Let’s reach out to him and see

okay with the revelation

tinged with uncertainty. “But I believe in my